Perhaps again.

Perhaps the world has its own tune 

And our strings have yet to be played 

or our song yet to be found.

Perhaps in the midst of patience 

with all the texts 

the right words were lost. 

Perhaps while the ocean waves exhaled 

it carried your essence 

while I was sitting on my balcony.

Perhaps with all the souls wandering the streets 

ours crossed paths 

without us even knowing.

Under the lights 

where the universe is playing its game of tic tac toe 

it connected our lines.

I close my eyes and listen 

Listen to the symphony of your smile, laughter and cries

A symphony of you.

Perhaps the words that I have written 

have been sketching your picture 

since the beginning.

Perhaps destiny is making us the fool, 

making us see all the signs 

but still wants us to play another round. 

Because I have been waiting 

so that I could see you 

you in every form that is humanly possible 

and every form that makes you, you.

I have been waiting 

So that I can take you in my arms 

And let the worlds converge. 

Perhaps.. I waited too long 

                               - ARITRO.R.BANERJEE 

Cockroach

Of what's left (Bank Page 5)

He left his heart in the arms of the poor

He gave his mind to the ones who were greedy

After all that was given

He smiled and thought

That his job was done

The night was silent

But the silence always is broken

He got up

But with weakness

He saw the destruction

it burnt  him.

He saw the pain

He fell.

He smelt the smoke

He couldn’t breathe.

The tears couldn’t fill

The oceans that had disappeared

He pulled at his hair

Because he couldn’t understand this misery

But to realize the hair was all gone

With every pain, sorrow and death

The wrinkles grew on

He saw that innocence was lost

Where he saw it once belonged.

He looked around for answers

And found it in the distance he saw a boy

Standing armed and frightened

He looked down and asked

“Why have you created such destruction!”

The boy removed his mask and said

“Because they told me it was all for you”

RETARDED RAMBLER

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What I Type But Don't Tell...

Sometimes it’s hard to write. All you really want to do is bang the keyboard hard enough so that it can understand your mind and reproduce your feelings in words, you try to type, “my life isn’t going the way I expected” but all that comes out is “saohafkwbVNLwhdjkvhnalef guvhW Vwhefng akhrwg”.

Because you see writing is just a process, a way of understanding your emotions, but the truth is do you connect to yourself apart from this writing? The words we say here are nothing compared to what we do with them in reality. Believe me when I tell you that words cannot compare to the satisfaction that you receive when you express them. 

I know some of you might be asking “but don’t we express through our words?” and to you I say that yes, yes we do, but do we truly say what we mean? Do we let the person really know what is happening in our mind or are we just diverting them by telling them a random joke or a topic, which you think might be more interesting. That’s where you need to tell yourself, Stop hiding, stop being fearful to accept. Start to realise that your words and your mind connect together without the voice that is telling you not to. Because when you start to do that, then you start to see a new side to you a side that seemed familiar, though distant, a side that you thought you could never achieve, a side called Bliss…

Reflections

Who do I see in this mirror 

Are these the worried woes of the past 

or the future fears that are yet to come?

Is this a message of fame 

or sad witness of shame

Does the beard I wear show the man I have become 

or is it the loneliness that I crave. 

Does this body have the strength to be a warrior 

Or is it going to be an example of weakness. 

What are these reflections 

that blind my eyes 

Are these the images of hope 

or the cracked attempts at Freedom?

Turning...

The mind spins around 

and it doesn't settle 

The shifting colours 

Pierce its way though my memory 

The sides keep turning 

and it makes me wonder 

Which side is me? 

I shift,fold and rearrange 

But the pieces are reluctant to the solution

Which makes everything seem easier 

and yet it takes the alternate route   

You give up 

and let it remain the way it is 

But you know that one day 

You can pick it up 

and switch it around

To see that everything fits...
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Silence..

Listen to the silence 

 Listen to the echo it creates 

 Can you hear it? 

The screams that are submerged by practicality 

 Look at the darkness 

 Look at the light it emits 

 For in these dark corners 

 Linger the shadows of treachery 

 Can you feel it?

Can you feel the smell? 

The smell of fear 

 That sweats through every thought 

 This is what happens 

 when silence seeps in 

 The senses don't make sense 

and the brain inside starts to mince. 

 - THE.RETARDED.RAMBLER (BLANK PAGE)

Flicker

I stand in a corner 

with darkness surrounding 

There is a light 

a light which makes my way

I see this light and I see hope 

but the light seems to be flickering 

The darkness glows in strange wonders 

flashing my life before me 

I stand staring at an abyss 

of amazing wonders 

But why do these wonders appear 

Only when the light is on 

A tear drops from my hollow eyes 

seeing the flicker, 

The flicker of hope, of joy, eventually 

flickering away until it dies out 

 - THE. RETARDED. RAMBLER

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The Retarded Rambler (with a heart)

Just stand there 

Let me have this moment a little longer 

Let me see your eyes glisten 

In this beautiful moon dance 

Don't let me go 

Because without you my mind 

Only seems to be playing your music 

I want to ask for more time

More time with you 

But your voice makes me get stuck 

Stuck in an infinite loop 

All I seem to be doing 

Is living this moment with you 

Because this is all I have 

These moments, these memories...

Retarded Rambler #4 (Blank Page)

There are the bad days

The days where everything seems small

The days when you seem to be invisible

The days when you try to be there

but your eyes betray your trials

Yes, these are the bad days

Where you cannot control yourself

Where your screams don't have an echo

Where tears leave your blood fading in the drain

There in the pit lies the dignity, the pride, the jealousy

that you escape from

Just to realise that the pit has a hole

that forces it back into you.

The good days, ahh the good days

The good days are when we meet

and you look into my eyes

But you have no Idea

                                                           Of the hell that these eyes bare...

Goggles

Today, what do I say about it. I think what I want to say is that I was drunk. Yes out of my mind and mostly out of my body drunk and I really didn't know what was happening around me and I guess that was something amazing. I passed by Marine drive as if I was passing it for the first time and the feeling that overcame me was something that I had never experienced . Well maybe that is a lie I might have experienced it when I was 12 I guess, the wind was the only voice that could be heard, the delicate yet gentle eyes of the sunset that comforted your eyes for a fleeting few minutes, and everything else is just silent. In that moment you didn't need an additional thing to make that moment perfect because it was that moment that was perfect, where everything looked larger, greater and extraordinary. But this is where my kick started to dry off a little and everything started to mix in the traffic, the shouting, where the sun just seemed to come and go whenever it pleased and where looking around seemed more to be a waste of time rather than an actual experience. Now let me ask you this, if we could see all of this with the goggles of an intoxication, then do we see what life is really about anymore?

Fine lines..

The last drop 

of intoxicating alcohol seeps in 

The night is livid 

With the sparkles 

Of innocent dreams 

Within the vast array of dreamers 

I try to find mine 

The pen guides my shaken hands 

To write what it believes 

Is "THE TRUTH" 

I tuck it in an envelope 

Trying to leave behind 

These pen etched scars 

But the envelope bursts open 

Flodding the desk

With the blood of ink 

And all that can be done 

Is to return to solace 

By pouring yet another drink...

Masked..

Behind these masks i wear
lie the eyes of despair

All you see
is what is shown
and what you see is nothing known.

But you find a way to break
because these eyes cannot fake.

The pain that it has endured
that these sockets seem to hold

All the pain, gore and grime
that just seems hopeless to rhyme

This body shall continue its mutiny
as my face keeps adapting to this city

But in everything i still fear
a thought that occurs queer.

Would it be to much to ask
to accept  this face without its mask?

A Little While Longer...

Those who are the hardest to love are usually the ones who need it the most - Peaceful warrior

Love, that is the utmost important thing that everyone desires. we all desire it,we all want it, we crave for someone to love us to complete us. But here is the catch, do we really need it? No, NO I am not being a cynic here and say that "you don't need love" and by textbook the person who is saying that is usually the one late at night drinking a little too much from the bottle and crying his eyes out about his ex girlfriend dumping him and then 20 minutes later its the same guy who calls that ex girlfriend up and says "i love you" in the native drunk language. No I am not telling you not to believe in love but what I think I am asking is let's not put a lot of pressure on it. I see people everyday (including me) who are really worried wether they are going to find the right one or not, and when a girl or guy hint to them that they are interested they go out of their way to make sure that they do not lose them. I am going to tell you a little something I was that guy as well, if a girl was interested in me I had to do everything I can to show her that I am worth it (unquote L'oreal), if she was talking to someone else the insecurities would rise to such an extent that it made me believe that I wasn't good enough for her or any other girl. But what I realised a little later on (3 months actually) is that it doesn't take too much for someone to like you all you have to do is remain the same way you are. A lot of you might be reading this and thinking this is some sort of deranged guy who is just finding a way to vent his emotions. You are right and wrong at the same time. Yes I these re emotions are speaking in a form of words that need to be expressed and the best way to express them is here, and no because when I see love now I see the immense possibility, the sheer joy and that patient wait. so what I am going to tell you at the end of this post is love is going to come to you, its going to spread its arms and welcome you with the greatest of smiles, it is that song that you hear over and over again hoping to dance on it with someone. Yes love will come but don't push it, let it breathe, let it happen on its own don't sit around and wait hoping for something go out and ask for it from he universe, because sometimes love comes to those who love with all their heart regardless of what is going to happen or what has already happened.